Fainted Again (Seeking Follow-ups, Don't Shelf This Book)

A true dragon has appeared in the South Market of Spirit City.

Bibi Dong, why don't you hurry up and polish my shoes, then kowtow nine times to invite me to join Spirit Hall as your Saintess?

The inner voice of Yu Xiaogang, silent for so long, rang out once again.

His plan caused the three people capable of hearing his thoughts to glance over in his direction.

Surrounded by a crowd, Yu Xiaogang gestured for them to remain calm with a measured, unhurried air.

"I understand your aspirations for your children's futures, and it truly pains me to see so much talent go to waste."

A smile he considered elegant and approachable hung on his lips: "Therefore, I shall arrange my schedule, and I will be sure to notify everyone when I am ready to impart my knowledge."

The surrounding crowd chanted his name in unison: "Grandmaster, Grandmaster, Grandmaster."

That hooks this bunch of ignorant commoners. As long as I drag my feet and delay the lessons, these fellows will surely be unable to resist seeking me out.

Once such a massive commotion breaks out within Spirit City, I'll see if you, Bibi Dong, can manage to stay hidden.

After all, fighting is just a form of affection, and I suppose I can accept putting on a little show for that fop.

With this thought, the faint sorrow in Yu Xiaogang's heart became even fainter.

He continued to reach out and shake hands with the commoners who were fanatical and obsessed with his appearance.

Bibi Dong, who had made her way over, could no longer endure it.

She pulled down the black cloak she had prepared in advance, covering everything above her red lips.

One hand reached out from beneath the cloak and seized Yu Xiaogang's wrist.

Though Yu Xiaogang felt an irrepressible disgust for the people before him, he maintained his "Grandmaster" persona and spoke with calm composure.

"Which friend has grabbed the wrong spot? My palm is further down."

A cold, chilling voice, impossible to identify, erupted from within the dense crowd.

Many hands emerged from tricky angles, seizing Yu Xiaogang's shoulders, ankles, and other vital points.

They forcibly pinned Yu Xiaogang in the middle of the fanatical crowd, turning him into an immobile specimen.

This time, knowing full well how tenacious Yu Xiaogang's vitality was, Bibi Dong did not intend to let anyone else take action.

This fellow not only plotted against her but also disparaged her in his thoughts; more importantly, she needed to vent the anger she had accumulated because of Lu Mingchuan.

Bibi Dong revealed a devilish smile.

Above at the teahouse, Lu Mingchuan watched the peculiar expression on "Gangzi's" face and grew puzzled.

Even if he were being mobbed, there was no need to be this excited.

Gangzi didn't lack experiences of being the center of attention when he was young, so why was his mouth hanging open so wide?

"Heh... he really is popular."

Lu Mingchuan shrugged at the congested scene below.

Tang Yuehua's mouth twitched. Was this guy serious?

She could already see the conspicuous figure in the black cloak within the crowd, and through the sliver of skin exposed, she knew exactly who it was—none other than the Spirit Hall Saintess, Bibi Dong.

Yet, the big boy beside her seemed as blind as a bat.

"However, the way things are developing doesn't seem to match what you said, Mingchuan."

Bibi Dong's attitude toward Yu Xiaogang was definitely not one of favor; that tightly clenched hand already betrayed its owner's mood.

And what Yu Xiaogang was suffering right now was likely torture at the hands of Bibi Dong.

Lu Mingchuan watched for a long time before noticing the anomaly, as Yu Xiaogang made no other moves.

Wait, is this some kind of celebrity worship?

Where are those hands placing themselves? Locking the collarbones, digging into the tendons of the hands and feet, the ankles—if they apply any more force, they'll sink right into the flesh.

And that person in black, where are you kicking?

At this moment, in Lu Mingchuan's eyes, Yu Xiaogang was likely the person in the world who wanted to die the most.

It was thanks to the "intelligence-lowering aura" Yu Xiaogang naturally possessed; otherwise, any normal person seeing the ecstatic expression on his face would have led the surrounding crowd to avoid him, exposing his utter disgrace.

"Mingchuan, weren't you going to learn to be better?"

Tang Yuehua's elbow rested softly on Lu Mingchuan's shoulder, her concerned voice ringing in his ear.

Lu Mingchuan froze for a moment.

I wasn't looking at her legs, was I?

Only then did his brain remind him that he was supposed to be a wicked young master who needed to curb his hostility in front of Tang Yuehua, so he feigned a gesture of shielding his eyes.

"How was I supposed to know someone was openly taking revenge on that buzz-cut guy? Ugh... looking at it now, I can tell just how rotten that fellow's character must be."

"Is that so? It seems to me, Mingchuan, that you're quite eager to try it yourself, perhaps wanting to commit such a wicked act personally." Tang Yuehua crossed her arms over her chest, which was quite full.

"Slandering an innocent man, Teacher. I've already turned over a new leaf under your tight-箍-curse; how could I possibly still be the person I was before?"

Lu Mingchuan said indignantly, looking for all the world like a wrongly accused saint.

[Bullying Gangzi—who wouldn't want to do that? It's just that I have to maintain my persona. If I were a cool, arrogant, and invincible protagonist, I'd be stepping on Gangzi with an evil smirk the very next second.]

[It's a pity I'm not, so I can only watch from up here.]

Lu Mingchuan also spotted Bibi Dong, who was currently in the middle of doing something bad.

Wait, no—how could that person be the mastermind?

[I really didn't expect Bibi Dong to be the one behind bullying Gangzi.]

[Have you truly forgotten the vow you made at Spirit Hall that year? Stop it, Dongzi; the world is full of good people.]

Hearing Lu Mingchuan's inner voice, Bibi Dong stopped her actions, feeling a sense of relief.

If she hadn't wanted to know more about herself, would she have bothered to step in personally?

But being able to catch Lu Mingchuan's attention was a good thing for her.

Bibi Dong also noticed the strange behavior of the people around them and felt a deep fear regarding the influence Yu Xiaogang's arrival had on them.

If she were to turn into that kind of fanatic, she might as well be dead.

Fortunately, she could hear Lu Mingchuan's inner thoughts, which allowed her to avoid such things entirely for now.

"See if you dare call me an idiot again."

As she spoke, Bibi Dong excitedly delivered another kick to Yu Xiaogang.

This kick flipped the switch on Yu Xiaogang's consciousness, causing him to collapse to the ground and curl up like a shrimp, unconscious.

At a signal from her eyes, the few people who had previously thrown Yu Xiaogang out of the city reappeared.

With expressions of grief, they pushed through the crowd and threw themselves over Yu Xiaogang. "Oh no, the Master's old illness has flared up! Make way, we need to take him to see a doctor!"

The surrounding crowd instantly parted.

They were all counting on this "Master," and what would they do if he just kicked the bucket right there?

The men exchanged glances and hoisted Yu Xiaogang up once more.

"Everyone, don't panic. We will inform you when the Master's condition improves so he can resume his lessons."

With that said, they carried Yu Xiaogang above their heads and left the crowd.

The people behind them began to whisper among themselves.

"As expected of the Master, his disciples are so filial."

"Indeed, indeed."

"But... aren't they heading toward the city gates?"

Someone whispered.